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AROUND the Bronx lately I notice that the borough seems more shopworn than usual–like
an old suit on a poor man. I went up to visit a friend I call the Oracle to
ask if he thought that the borough was in an economic depression. The Oracle
is a lifetime Bronx resident and began working on Wall Street as the Ford presidency
was winding down. He knows the stock market,
but he will not speak on the record or have his name used.
coming up here asking about the economy is like a heart surgeon looking at someone’s
hands–it’s the wrong place," he replied. "You want to know
why things are tight in the Bronx? Hell, things are tight all over. Go to the
heart of the question. Go down to Wall Street if you want to see what’s
wrong. The whole city and maybe the country is riding on that one district,
and that scares me."
the Oracle’s advice and one afternoon last week I walked down lower Broadway.
Passing a cross street where down the block the WTC once stood. No one is looking
at that memory and shaking their heads anymore. New Yorkers pass by in a hurry,
wanting to move on. But move on to what? You can feel the city’s depression
down here; it’s a haunted area. Only tourists stop to linger now. I pass
by the statue of the bronze bull and see a group of Japanese tourists smiling
as one of them takes a photo. After six losing days on Wall Street they seem
to be the only people smiling down here.
of 26 Broadway I stop to chat with a broker who gives his name as Bill. He lights
a cigarette with disgust and says, "This morning was a rough one, and after
this I’m going back in for more of the same." A gaggle of Wall Street
workers walks by wearing the summer uniform of this burg–chinos and open-collared
short-sleeve shirts. Bill looks at them with a flinty eye and says, "Sheep
going to slaughter."
back into 26 Broadway, and I wander down to Beaver St. I pass clerks wearing
jackets with their company logos on the front pocket, like family crests. I
ask one young man named Brian how the market’s doing. He doesn’t even
stop; he just yells, "Sucks." On the corner of Broad St. I see a cop
with a nameplate of Lt. Dean Laumbach keeping cars and delivery vans off the
block where the NYSE building is. I’m not familiar with the uniform: a
short-sleeve khaki shirt, olive pants, gold shield and a 9 mm in his belt.
are private security for the Stock Exchange," he explains, "and as
you are a writer that is the only question I can answer. Have a nice day."
the NYSE brokers and clerks lean against metal barriers taking a break. An early
lunch crowd sits on the steps of Federal Hall. Everyone looks like they’re
waiting for something to happen. The sense of dread is palpable. Everyone knows
something bad is coming, the only question is how bad–and how long.
Christopher Jones, smaller in person than he appears on tv, passes by me with
a cameraman in tow. A wild-haired middle-aged white woman wearing a peasant
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to Beaver St. and notice a small black man with deformed limbs sitting in a
wheelchair. He holds a blue coffee cup in his gnarled hand and politely thanks
anyone who gives him money. His name is Jonathan Meecham. He’s 33 and lives
on Staten Island with his parents. He explains that he has been deformed since
birth due to thalidomide, the prescription drug once given to pregnant women
to relieve morning sickness. Use of the drug led to thousands of children being
born with deformed limbs.
given a tough break from birth, Meecham has a cheery attitude. He spends his
days near Wall Street collecting alms, and counts among his friends scores of
brokers and traders who treat him like the district’s mascot. He claims
to know what’s going on with the stock market; given the nonsense coming
out of most CEOs these days, Meecham is as good a source as any.
ain’t going to lie, but things are bad down here. Real bad. It’s been
bad since Sept. 11, but it’s getting worse. Especially since last week.
No one even wants to stop. Out here I’m part of the pulse of Wall Street.
I sit here day after day and see everything. What happens down here directly
affects how much I make out here, and these days that isn’t too much."
tells me how he was down here on 9/11 and sustained a leg injury. He shows me
how it’s still bandaged up. "You can feel the depression down here.
You can taste it–it’s in the air. No one wants to be down here. Everyone
wants out. People who I barely know will stop and talk with me about some deep
and dark inner thoughts they’re having. Everyone is broke. No one has money.
This cup is lighter than it’s ever been."
adjusts his Yankees cap and gets a better grip on his cup with his deformed
hand. He smiles as he tells me he’s a Republican.
I am a Republican, but I got to be honest with you. President George W. Bush
coming down here giving a speech on corporate corruption is like the blind leading
the blind, especially given his track record with the Texas Rangers and that
other company he had those shady dealings with. It’s better that Greenspan
is going to give a talk. That might help–can’t hurt." (Greenspan
did give his Wall Street lecture that day, but the market didn’t respond
and Wall Street had its seventh consecutive down day.)
Meecham goes on, "I might be out here with just a cup, but I do have a
Fidelity Investment account that’s lost more than 50 percent the last year
or so. It’s so bad no one cares anymore. Everyone wants to get out of the
to thank a man who drops a dollar in his blue paper cup.
this stock market is like a bad poker game. You keep getting bad hands and have
no luck, but since you’re down already you don’t want to get out.
And when you need credit, Wall Street–like a pit boss–is happy to
extend credit. The pit bosses working down here smile and say, ‘Don’t
worry about it.’ But let me tell you, everyone is worried. Look at their
faces. Their world is crumbling. It’s sad."
tells me how he knows two brokers who committed suicide in the last few months.
"And the alcoholism down here is really bad. I take a bus to the ferry
and I get here by 7 a.m. That liquor store four doors down opens up and the
brokers are going in by the dozen. I’ve been down here a while and never
seen it like this."
his prediction on where this market will bottom out.
economy is caught in the worst part of a hurricane. You don’t know whether
to dive or duck. The guys at the top have destroyed consumer confidence and
no one wants to touch stocks. This market is an empty grave. Everyone is too
scared to say that. But by mid-2003 the market will level off. The bottom will
come this October. The Fed will put in an economic pacemaker from Greenspan,
and that will be a big help. By June 2003–and no later than August–the
market will recover, and she’ll rebound but not go crazy. It will go up
100 points a week like it should."
looks west, where the WTC once stood. "But God forbid New York has another
terrorist attack," he adds. "Then this market is done for the next
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